Carrying a Jurassic on me
Chapter 1708 - 810: More Particular

Chapter 1708: Chapter 810: More Particular

After coming out, Yan Fei drove around for a bit, but since he had nowhere specific to go, he asked around and decided to head straight to Badaling.

The great leader once said, "He who has not been to the Great Wall is not a true hero." How could he skip seeing it himself?

It was a pity, though, that he had a lot of "little tasks" to handle this time and couldn’t bring his wife along. So, he decided to take a few pictures now and bring his wife next time.

After snapping some photos on the Great Wall, he somehow pulled out a book and started reading, sitting against the wall like an old farmer. The way he was sitting didn’t look like he was reading—it was more like how rural folks have their winter lunches: squatting against the wall with a bowl of rice, a bun, and a green onion, basking in the sun while they eat.

The tourism business wasn’t as booming back then, and it wasn’t peak travel season either, so there weren’t a lot of people on the Great Wall. He sat there by himself, flipping through the book out of boredom, occasionally catching glimpses of visiting tourists.

As the sun set, he got back in his car and drove east, heading to the seaside in Tianjin to watch the ocean.

But it was actually a dock. He was there purely to join in on the excitement, completely unaware of how much trouble idlers like him might cause there.

Then, late at night, he drove aimlessly again, specifically searching for deserted places to roam. Wherever it was barren, that’s where he went, driving around aimlessly without a destination.

He even stopped to refuel twice along the way and kept driving until dawn. Finally, he looped back and gave Meng Si’an a call: "Got time to grab a meal together?"

Meng Si’an responded right away: "Sure, come over to the usual place. I’m already cooking."

If there’s one benefit to this era, it has to be mentioned: there’s no traffic congestion these days!

Driving through winding roads, Yan Fei soon found himself in one of those charming alleys brimming with Capital characteristics. Seeing the door slightly ajar, he called out at the entrance, and upon hearing a response, he walked right in.

Meng Si’an, hearing him come in, turned to walk toward the door, but upon seeing Yan Fei enter directly, he pivoted back: "Come on in and get settled; the food is ready."

Ah, the same millet porridge as always, but this time accompanied by cold shredded radish and some vegetable pancakes—a relatively simple spread.

The two weren’t ones for ceremonious banter. After chatting briefly, Yan Fei explained his reason for visiting: he mentioned picking up some goods late last night and how today, he wanted to pay his respects to Director Su briefly before heading back home.

He then presented his main request: "Old Meng, do you know any journalists from the papers? I’ve got two pieces of second-hand equipment—nothing cutting-edge, but they’re decent. I want to donate them and bring in a journalist to write me up a piece, give me some praise, and casually highlight my Cow Flower Company. While we’re at it, we can do some early promo for your beef shop..."

Some things happen so subtly. Yan Fei certainly didn’t understand these tactics back in the day. But having dealt with advertising a lot and frequently contacted by TV and newspaper folks, he now knew these tricks naturally.

Apparently, this kind of "non-advertising advertisement" is far more effective than traditional ads. There’s even a fancy term for it—"soft articles"—and these methods actually work quite well these days.

Meng Si’an, who often helped his family run errands and was familiar with these tactics, gave Yan Fei a thumbs-up immediately upon hearing his plan: "For the first time, you actually sound like a proper entrepreneur!"

Good thing Yan Fei had thick skin; otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to take the flattery. Truthfully, he felt that what he’d done yesterday, along with what he was about to do, was a completely losing business, so he was just trying to compensate for his losses somehow.

Grabbing a steamed bun, Yan Fei added, "The key is, I don’t want the journalist to interview me. How about they write up the piece after I’m long gone? Keep it low-key—focus mostly on the beef, not on me. Got it?"

"Got it, got it," Meng Si’an laughed heartily. "Don’t worry about it. I’ll handle this; you just go take care of your business."

Yan Fei took a few bites to finish his meal, put down his chopsticks, and got up to leave: "Alright, I won’t help you clean up. This trip was rushed—I promise to bring you a proper gift next time, for sure..."

Meng Si’an stood to see him out, then immediately made a phone call to arrange things for him. This is why being a local big shot makes things easier—everything gets done with just one phone call, no fuss at all.

Driving halfway, Yan Fei called Yang Xing first. When he arrived at the gate, Yang Xing was already outside waiting for him.

"I was just about to call you!" Yang Xing began as soon as he saw Yan Fei. "I figured you’d be back today, so I decided to wait for you to come before saying anything. By the way, those documents—Elder Su and the others stayed up most of the night going through them. They think some of it could create bigger benefits for you..."

Why is it so hard to be a considerate person?

Yan Fei internally griped but quickly interrupted Yang Xing: "Teacher Yang, I’m here for a reason—let’s talk about mine first. I brought two small pieces of equipment in my trunk as a gift for you guys. I imagine you probably don’t need them, but they’re good to have anyway. If you really can’t use them, just keep them for your newbies to practice on!"

What kind of newbies would there even be at a place like this?

But Yang Xing didn’t mind. In his view, it was the thought that counted. Besides, he knew that Yan Fei’s lab was outfitted with cutting-edge equipment, so it was unlikely these pieces would be too outdated.

Yang Xing didn’t rush to check the equipment. He hopped into the car with Yan Fei, and they drove into the courtyard until they reached the small warehouse from the day before. Only then did Yan Fei pop open the trunk and rear car door.

The two pieces of equipment weren’t big, one in the trunk, and one on the back seat.

Back when Boss Yan had acquired a bunch of equipment, he was quite discreet, not wanting to make a big fuss. He had only sold one piece to Director Pi back then and wasn’t entirely sure what he’d keep for himself. Now, bringing these two pieces after all this time, he figured they were still suitable enough. In Yan Fei’s mind, taking them out now wasn’t too embarrassing at all.